I see the number. 555-8937. I make a note of it, and go upstairs. I open the armoire, and see that it’s packed with her clothes. I go down to the ba...ement, and find a length of rope and a couple of nails. I go and get a hammer from the car, and I go back upstairs. I drive the nails into the walls and tie the rope to the nails. I have enough room to hang up my clothes.I go into the kitchen, and see what’s there. Not much. I make a grocery list, and just as I was finishing, the phone rings. I run. None of which prevented or denied Oskar Brandt the right to entertain Frauleins from the villages. A man owed it to himself to pander to his hormonal urges, he rationalized, good Nazi or not. Between no weekend pass and nothing doing around the deserted school the industrious young man elected to make a few phone calls. Brandt dialed five or six numbers before he had a date. ‘I’ll be waiting at the back gate in ten minutes. No, don’t worry, Petra, there’s not a guard Friday through Sunday. I. He apologized, and I simply said "No Worries - We'll Take Care of Things!" I touched his cock, and felt him tense up. "If you're not ready, just say so!" He said "No, I am. Just very scared!" I touch his cock softly, caressing the corona of the head. His cock surged a bit, and began to stiffen a bit. I rubbed gently the entire head, with a bit of emphasis on the slit at the tip. He was growing.I took my other hand and began to gently massage - but not stroke - the shaft. He seemed to relax a. Nina and Nancy were great at suckin cock, and the past four years of high school had been amazing with them fucking with me. Ashley was beginning to grab my attention fully as she started to deepthroat my cock, and lick my balls. She had obviously practiced for this moment. I heard Ashley gag and her saliva ran down my dick and my balls. There was a knock on the door, and Ashley got up from my dick and sounded sick. "Go away! I'm going to be awhile." There was a familiar voice behind the door,.